Come
Eddy Cut (Life in a Haunted House) is a fictionalized story of a family
that moves into a house that is haunted by the "ghosts" of a woman and
her children who died in a fire in the early 1900's. The events depicted
in this story have been drawn from the experiences of harassment victims
I've worked with from around the world. Names and descriptions have been
changed to preserve the privacy of the former harassment victims.

Come Eddy Cut is the
first of a series of fictionalized books I intend to write on the topic
of demonic spirits and how they harass their victims. Each book in the
series will contain a list at the end of the book of the types of
harassment depicted in the story (in case some harassments weren't
recognized by the reader), and a copy of my Open Doors list which names
over 80 things that open the door for demonic spirits to come into our
lives.

This book is available through
Amazon. In the Kindle Store, do a search for Come Eddy Cut.

Excerpt from Come Eddy Cut:

The
second night in their new home, Ginger slept fitfully.

The
third night she barely slept. Each time she began to drift off, she
would snap awake with the eerie feeling someone or something
was watching. Once, she imagined she heard the sound of children’s
laughter coming from the attic!

At
dawn’s light, careful not to wake Dan, Ginger rolled off the camp
cot and reached for the terry robe in the open suitcase on the floor
beside it. She didn’t want to tell Dan what she’d thought she heard
without checking things out first. If she told him she’d heard
children’s laughter in the attic when their own kids were asleep on
their cots, he’d think she was going bonkers.

She
tiptoed along the upstairs hallway to the wooden stairs leading to
the attic. Being careful not to make a sound, she nearly had a heart
attack when a stair creaked loudly beneath her feet. Something was
going to have to be done with the stairways in this house. She made
a mental note to mention the squeaks to Dan.

When
Ginger reached the landing at the top of the stairs, she paused to
press her ear to the attic door. Nothing.

She
felt foolish for having believed she’d heard children’s voices. She
was glad she hadn’t told Dan.

With renewed confidence, Ginger
pushed open the attic door. The attic had apparently been a
children’s playroom. There was a dust covered jack in the box, a
ball, and a rocking horse. Other than that, the attic was empty
except for cobwebs, an old iron, and an old wooden trunk sitting in
the middle of the floor.

Goosebumps popped out on Ginger’s arms as the memory of the
children’s laughter returned. It must have been her
imagination. But why would she be imagining the sound of children
laughing? The laughter had sounded like giggles of
children being tickled. Could it be that the sound had come
from the house next door?